You lived a life as have I,
Our journeys merged, I wonder why?

Heartbreak, sorrow and regret
seem to have faded every time we've met.
Words of kindness I shine on you,
Your smile blossoms, mine does too.
A burning in my chest, the desire so strong,
I crave your touch, your lips all night long.

About what's next my mind is taken,
Trusting, hoping, we won't be shaken.

The wind rushes by
With an unseen push
Of an untouched sound
In the dark December sky

The trees speak to me
In the cold raking air
Branches outstretched
Like fingers through hair

Yet I do not understand
What it is they try to say
But I find littered leaves
Evidence, found in day

The wind yet pushes by
A pressure on the soul
To whisper long lost secrets
Trapped in a currents pull

Synesthesia is a neurological condition in which information meant to stimulate one of your senses stimulates several of your senses.

It was a normal Sunday
A normal dinner with a friend
We had come to know one another
Over the course of a couple years
Through often fractured conversation
When I arrived she sat at a table just inside the front door
Flowing curly locks a fire red,
Eyes that made the sky look dull.
Immediately, my mind began to race…
What if she’s not who I think I know,
What if I’m not who she believes she knows?
What if we don’t connect the way I had come to expect?
I take my seat, we order a drink
Without hesitation I fill our table with my noise...
Speaking, Explaining, Asking…
Hoping, I can drown out the noise in my mind
In the midst of what I can only explain as babble
She looked up, she smiled, she spoke…
At this moment, time slowed…
As she opened her mouth words didn’t simply come out
They flowed like a gentle river,
Caressing every surface in blues, purples, pinks.
An overwhelming calm,
As the world came alive bursting in color
In that moment I knew I needed to know every part of her
In that moment this had become more,
Than a normal dinner with a friend
This would never again be a normal Sunday

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never go home again.
My room will sit unused,
A capsule frozen in time,
A snapshot of how I was.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my dog again.
She will sit at the front door
Waiting for me and wondering,
Why I never came home.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never graduate from high school.
My yearbooks will sit stacked
Stopped short of their goal,
Missing years that should have been.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my mom again.
She will sit distraught,
Planning a funeral
For a child taken from her.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my friends again.
They'll sit together, missing me.
One empty seat among them,
A constant reminder of their loss.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my little sister again.
She will sit through high school
Knowing I can't guide her through,
That she has to figure it out alone.

If I die in a school shooting
My school will be stained.
Pools of students lives will sit,
Blood tattoos on the brick structures,
Marks of death ground into it.

If I die in a school shooting
Everyone will wear black.
They'll send their thoughts and prayers
To a town marred by death,
Forever to be the home of a shooting.

If I die in a school shooting
Will the world change?
Or will I become one of hundreds  
Of kids who have to die?
What will it take?

If things continue this way
Children will have to live in fear.
They'll look over their shoulders
Always worried and wondering,
If they'll die in a school shooting.